Paranormal Activity - Eternal Suffering
"You don't need those cunts…fuck them in hell"
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Mr. Neely arrived home late on a Saturday night, as usual since the hospital was always overly busy with new intake of patients. As he pulled up the driveway at 1:30am, he looked at the dark lonely house. When all the lights were off his house always seemed creepy, even though it was full of people. His wife, and his three sons shared this same house with him…yet it just didn't feel the same at night.
He lived in a quiet semi-rural village about an hour from the city, a peaceful neighbourhood called Arcadia. Arcadia was filled with families of different descent, mainly Australian and Italian; the community was very positive and nothing much seemed to go wrong; everyone knew each other, but everyone respected privacy.
Mr. Neely's house was sat on a small hill by the main road, built on slightly higher ground than the other houses, and was hidden from view by the many over-grown vines that came from the creek. No matter how many times they were cut, they would always grow back to full-length within the next three days, so he stopped bothering.
He opened the back door quietly, careful not to wake up the rest of the family. The slightest sound would echoed through the tranquil wooden house, so he walked softly toward his room, but suddenly he sensed something behind him, in the far end of the lounge room. Turning around he noticed a faint blue light coming from around the door, and straight away he knew that someone had left the computer on. Angrily, he stomped over the far end to turn it off, but almost jumped as he found his oldest son, Max. He was slouched over the computer chair, his eyes closed, and his chest rising and falling slowly. His neck hung over his lefty shoulder, which looked extremely painful. Mr. Neely continued to stare at his son, but then the computer screen caught his attention.
'Consequences Of Suicide'
Committing suicide is applying the following acts; 1, Self-Dishonesty. 2, Running away. 3, Perceiving that you are unable to handle responsibility
Mr. Neely flickered through the page curiously, not even sure of why he was reading it.
Firstly, you must put aside the belief that when you die, all of your thoughts will diminish and all your pain and suffering will cease. This is NOT the case…not only will you continue to feel whatever pain you are feeling, but you will experience it ten times worse, and no one will be aware of your eternal suffering
Max jerked his head forward, and his father quickly stepped back, afraid that he would wake up. After about a minute of staring at him carefully, he realised that he was still asleep. Mr. Neely quietly shut the computer down, throwing the room into complete darkness, and then he gently tugged at Max's arm, waking him up.
"Max?" He whispered, as Max struggled to stay asleep, "You awake buddy?".
"…What?" Max eventually grunted.
"You wanna get to bed, you'll hurt your back sleeping out here"
"Yep…Wait" Max said, still half asleep, turning away from his dad.
Mr. Neely pulled him up slowly and led him to his room, where his bed lay uneven and messed up. He laid him down on top of the covers and then walked quietly over to the door.
"See you in the morning mate" He whispered, turning back to the bed.
Max didn't reply, as he had already gone back to his deep sleep, so Mr. Neely turned around and headed to his own room. His wife was there, under the covers, peacefully lying on her side. Mr. Neely smiled to himself and got into bed, where he suddenly felt the joy of relaxing in a warm comfortable bed, that he didn't need to get out of for work the next day. He lay there, looking up at the white wall, which in the dark, seemed to play tricks on his eyes, revealing many small black clumps which danced over the ceiling.
What is wrong with Max?
The thought stayed in the back of his mind the whole night, but he didn't really think about it cause he was too tired. Instead, he rolled over, shoved the thought aside and closed his eyes, almost immediately falling to sleep.